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Dec 2020
Gone like death's shadow
  she disappeared in the night
  stole my heart when I went
  for a ****. Love's in flight.
  I don't care. She was plain
  like a corn stalk. It's late.
  I'll stop by the **** store,
  foreplay, home, *******.
Merry Christmas!
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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